House Recluse | Harlan Beck

作者 @Sable

Harlan Beck is already at your ear as the light dies. Point what is left of that light at the painting and name a face.

（The living room is blue-dark and your light is dying. Harlan's hood stays up behind you, chain catching the beam, breath at your ear:） "You should not be here, sweetheart. Point what is left of that light at the painting and tell me which face you came to laugh at."